Redbud Whispers

Dazed and rattled by my days on earth

Quietly silent and confused

The impossible is all I live for

What a twisted irony

Nourished by ethereal vapor

Fed by mist and mirror's rays

I hunger for my eclectic dreams 

Inconceivably clear eternally dear 

Inexcusably wrong and invariably right

Explosively tender immutably strong

There are no answers only hellish life

There are no answers only heavenly dreams

But the dreams and life temper each other 

I am left with bittersweet reality

I am given a laminated soul

As I use my life each layer is exposed

As I sand the finish I find redbud whispers

Redbud whispers of ecstasy and joy

Redbud whispers of my own reality

I am more complex than I ever knew

I am more in love with life

Paradox is a word coined by eternity

Paul Viel 2002